Original God Traveler in Marvel

on the plane

"Hey! Let me go, I'll go by myself!"

Pietro, who was tied up, yelled and twisted his body restlessly, which caused a lot of trouble for the people who transported him.

"Can I beat him up, this kid's twittering makes my ears hurt."

Hawkeye, who carried Pietro like a sack and walked to the cabin, was very dissatisfied with his role as the prisoner porter: "Why am I carrying him? He is so heavy. My shoulders are sore now."

"This kind of physical work should go to Thor."

Thor, who was standing next to the scepter admiring the results of the operation, heard Hawkeye's words, and answered in a muffled voice with his hands on his hips: "Well, although Asgard harvests a lot of prisoners after every war, I don't like collecting them. , I just want the scepter."

"And Clint, cruelty to captives is shameful."

Natasha found a place to sit down, and slowly tapped the sore leg muscles. She saw Clint put Pietro on the ground as if venting his anger, and put a shiny cuff on the other's ankle by the way. .

"Hey? I'm just talking too much, Thor, you're still out of breath. If your brother didn't make trouble back then, would you need to do this today?"

"Hey, I'm a hard worker by nature. The S.H.I.E.L.D. Bureau is gone. Where can I go to retire in the future?"

Steve passed Clint with a smile and brought juice and milk to several children.

Lin Ze leaned quietly on Mandrill's shoulder with his eyes closed, his mouth curled up, and he smiled lightly from time to time, as if he had seen something interesting in his sleep.

Steve glanced at it, approached and raised a glass of milk to Mandrill without making a sound.

Mandrill closed his eyes and felt others approaching, opened his eyes, and saw the white glass of milk at a glance.

Obviously there is juice...

Mandrill's throat moved and he didn't say any words of rejection. He learned how to accept other people's kindness from the traveler. He took the cup from Steve's hand and gently placed it on the holder on the side of the seat. superior.

Waiting for the traveler to wake up is just enough to quench his thirst.

After finishing all this, Mandrill nodded slightly to Steve to express his gratitude, and then continued to close his eyes.

"Hey, doesn't he feel that Shen is in a panic, the traveler guy, he still laughs so weirdly when he is asleep, what is in his dream?"

The homeless pushed the milk that Steve gave him to Nashida in disgust, and looked back at Lin Ze.

"That's a secret that only belongs to travelers, but Ah San's curiosity is worthy of praise."

Nasida had already held a cup in her hand, so she shared the share of milk given to her by the homeless man with Paimon.

After gurgling and drinking the milk, Paimon wiped his mouth and hiccupped.

"But the traveler has been falling asleep. I'm so worried. If I knew it, I should have let the traveler and I enter the dream together. I don't know if he has succeeded in subduing this bad woman."

Following the direction of Paimon's finger, Wanda, unable to escape the dream, was lying there.

She seemed to be sleeping extremely restlessly, which could be seen from her tightly furrowed brows.

"Don't worry, Traveler did a great job and everything went smoothly. It's also thanks to Paimon that he was able to deceive Wanda this time."

"Also, Paimon's courage to face the threat of superpowers alone is admirable."

Nasida's unsparing praise made Paimon feel a little flustered, and she rubbed the back of her head in embarrassment: "Oh no, I was a little scared at that time, but you were still there, Nasida."

"You can't say that, today's little Paimon really impressed me."

Tony, who was lying on Ge You, picked up the coffee at hand and put it into his mouth, but he forgot that he was lying in the wrong posture at this time, and almost spilled his head. Fortunately, Steve, who was quick-sighted and strong, snatched his coffee in time. cup.

"You should drink this."

Steve straightened Tony's seat and slipped a cup into Tony's hand by the way.

"Milk? Old Popsicle, are you right? I don't know when you changed your career and became a baby daddy. Give me back my cappuccino."

Steve avoided the man's movement to snatch the cup, and he gently reminded, "No Tony, you don't want milk, I still have juice here, your complexion is too bad, drinking coffee is not conducive to rest."

"That's right, what Mr. Steve said is right. Tony, your complexion in front of you is too bad. Is it so scary to see Mr. Steve dancing in the hallucination? I think Mr. Steve has a good figure and flexibility. Not bad, it won’t be ugly even if it’s dancing.”

Paimon's innocent words stunned the two big men who were about to fight again.

"Huh? Why are you all looking at me like this? Did I say something wrong just now? But Mr. Steve has a good figure. Don't you know Tony? I remember seeing a book in your house. Magazine that says Captain America's pectorals are a precious asset to the people of New York, and farts..."

Paimon wanted to continue talking, but his attention was diverted.

"Ahem, Paimon, er, can you come over and help me out? Yunjin said that her braids are entangled, and we can't kiss each other, or you should come."

"Ah? Is that so? Let me take a look then."

Xingqiu's 'just right' pleading for help sent Paimon away, and the two who were so embarrassed to pick their toes heaved a sigh of relief.

"In the future, pay attention to the language Tony when speaking in front of the children, look."

"I didn't say anything, it's a magazine Paimon reads."

"Where did that magazine come from?"

"Of course it was given to me when I was taking out the trash. I can't possibly buy it myself. What's the use of me buying your magazine? I'm not jealous of your figure."

Steve suddenly realized: "Oh~ I'm envious. If you are envious, just say it. I won't laugh at your Tony."

"..."

"I don't know when you learned to be as narcissistic as Thor."

Tony took the opportunity to snatch the coffee: "You have no special features except for being tall. I also have muscles, but it's just that everyone can't see it when I wear armor."

"Oh, but there is one thing I really can't compare to you. Captain America's ass is really unmatched."

"I agree with that."

Banner in the headset communication suddenly said, "I've seen that magazine too, and it was used by Tony as a table footer in Stark Tower."

Now it's Steve's turn to have nothing to say. If he continues to think in Tony's direction, he will never be able to argue.

"Hey, hey, can you stop flirting in public? There is still a person lying here, so immoral! You still lock your feet. Now I am on the plane, and I can jump off the plane on the spot."

Pietro moved his body on the ground and protested loudly: "I want to go to the bathroom, untie it quickly! You are violating my human rights!"

He wanted to see Wanda lying on the seat, but due to the angle, Wanda's position was completely blocked by Tony Stark in front of him, so he had to start from another place.

First of all, he had to regain his mobility, Pietro, who was trying to suffocate his face flushed, thought so.

"It's so noisy. The captives are young people without human rights. Your tricks are useless to us."

Tony scratched his ears: "Naseda, wave your little hand and let him sleep too. It will take several hours to get there. I'm not at ease with this guy."

Nasida was thoughtful: "Well, what Mr. Tony said makes sense."

The green light spot touched Pietro's body, and he immediately snorted as soon as he closed his eyes.

"Hope he gets a good night's sleep."

Steve was a little curious: "Nasida, will Pietro also enter the empty dream?"

"No, most people dream into their own dreams. Let Wanda enter the traveler's dream because she is worried that she will easily break free from the shackles of the dream. After all, as the creator of the dream, she is the master of that world. Once Wanda Realizing this, travelers are in danger."

Nasida patiently explained the difference between the two.

Tony was also aroused, and he couldn't help asking:

"What will Pietro dream about? Is the content of the dream random?"

"Ah, it can be said that, in fact, most dreams are chaotic and disorderly fragments, unless there is a strong desire and tendency in the head of the dreamer, and this idea is not forgotten when he sleeps, so it will Affects the composition of dreams."

Nasida tilted her head and looked at the snoring Pietro, with a trace of apology on her face: "If Mr. Pietro wasn't lying before, he is in a dream now, most likely he is looking for a toilet."

Others who heard Nasida speculate: "..."

Hawkeye laughed unkindly when he heard it: "I hope he didn't find the toilet. If he did, it would be really... poof hahaha."